Braying angerly you buck and kick trying to stomp the cruel old woman. But the big farm hand knows his bussiness and you find you are to well tied to get near her. "So your going to keep up your stupid ways!" The old woman growls her anger clear in her gravelly voice. "Very well then heres a third option!" She gestures at you mumbling softly. And you find your body frozen unable to even blink. Walking over to you slowly she kneels by your side, you feel cold withered old fingers grasping your huge donkey cock! A strange but powerful tingle runs up you member, making you convulse in agony! Chackling coldly she stands up waving something infront of your tear filled eyes. It takes you a second to realize what the long floppy black thing is then you squeal in horror! For the old witch is holding you once proud cock. "Now you little biskethead." She grins wickedly. "I see you are begining to understand!" "I have not taken you testicles, desire with still burn in you!" "And you will spent the rest of your life, surrounded by females in the season!" "But without this!" She chackled waving you organ infront of you! "You will never find release!" The big burly farm hand laughted aloud. Then whispered something to the old crone. "Unless..." She grinned. "Unless you have the right stimulation!" They both burst into guffaws again. "Anal stimulation that is!" You tremble in shock and dismay, as you understand what she means. Only by letting another male penetrate you...your...
Braying helplessly you are lead away to be put in with the jenny's who are on heat...